I used to get excited
By your presence
And by the fragrance
of your shirt
I used to get excited
Each time you lit a cigarette
And every time you blew your sighs of ignorance
After we kissed goodbye
But now rivers flow backwards
To tell me that love is not the answer
That the green exits were merely a distraction
of the truth in your eyes
Yes, thank you for the call
Maybe another time?
After the bell rings
or when the tears stop
I really used to care
But now you're just another letter
Recklessly torn
And carefully placed into the dustbin
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
I used to get excited
By your presence
And by the fragrance
of your shirt
I used to get excited
Each time you lit a cigarette
And every time you blew your sighs of ignorance
After we kissed goodbye
But now rivers flow backwards
To tell me that love is not the answer
That the green exits were merely a distraction
of the truth in your eyes
Yes, thank you for the call
Maybe another time?
After the bell rings
or when the tears stop
I really used to care
But now you're just another letter
Recklessly torn
And carefully placed into the dustbin
Feedback appreciated.
